Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The reporter gasped, "Wow, that's incredibly poisonous! No wonder you're called the Plague Doctor. I understand."

Just as the four of them were finalizing the details, Vera Liz, who had been sent out to work, felt neglected.

"Wait, what about my mission?"

The reporter and the delusional man turned their heads. "Who are you?"

silence.

Vera Liz gritted her teeth. "That damned man, he just called me an angel." She turned her head, her narrowed eyes fixed on the gentleman who was cowering in. "Evan Ritter, you have to give me a task!"

"How about as a bonus for summoning darkness?" The gentleman looked at his companion, who was unfortunately a skeleton, otherwise he would have winked at the two of them.

"How about the offering, as a medium to summon the Dark Lord?"

"Why?! The Plague Doctor can become one of the Four Heavenly Kings, while I can only be a sacrifice. He's only at the second tier! This is gender discrimination!"

"It's sexism, racism, and nepotism. We boys don't want to play games with girls, and besides, your fashion sense isn't as high as the Plague Doctor's. Catgirls and all that, the Fallen Holy Light is definitely cooler!"

Watching the reporter spout nonsense with a straight face, while the others nodded in agreement, Vera Liz covered her face. The anger in her heart subsided unconsciously; she realized there was no need to get angry with a bunch of idiots.

"You're hopeless."

Chapter 258 The Villainous Character Gets into Character

The spinning wheel hurtled through the woods, with Raphael, bathed in light, following leisurely behind. Since the beginning, the number of creatures hanging from that strange wheel had been steadily increasing—a call for reinforcements, perhaps. Raphael lowered the Vendigon he had been charging up. Call more, perhaps. Slaying one or a group was the same; purifying much evil at once was an easy task.

Raphael never considered the possibility of being outmatched, because he had been invincible in the outside world for some time.

On the Wheel of the Spine, the three members of the Plague Doctor and the Literary Society, along with Veraliz, had already finalized their plan.

"Great! Our plan is meticulous and thorough. Keep it up, comrades, we can definitely survive!"

Vera Liz and the gentleman gathered in the shadows, while Mr. Delusional assembled more mechanical arms behind him. Mr. Reporter's eyes were lifeless, as if he was struggling with a decision.

"action!"

The inner ring of the spinal wheel has detached!

Lyle and Nia manipulated the flesh together, detaching the static inner ring of flesh. They landed on the ground, and Nia's tentacles caught the rapidly spinning outer bone wheel, swinging it around in the air like a hula hoop before hurling it towards Raphael. The sharp bone spikes spun like chainsaws, whistling as they were shattered by Raphael's holy sword. The flying bone fragments, like shrapnel from an exploding grenade, struck Raphael's body with tremendous force. His wings folded, the golden angel wings shielding him from the damage, leaving him unharmed.

But as they had planned, the folded feathers obscured Raphael's vision, and he would not attack at this stage.

Shadow Entanglement!

The surging shadows swallowed Raphael's light, giving him a brief respite.

Delusions had already begun sketching magic circles on the ground. With multiple arms, he resembled a spider or a super-fast printer. Drawing the magic circle, completing the ritual, summoning darkness.

The reporter also used his ability. Brass gears appeared out of thin air behind him, and the rusty chain connecting the clouds and the reporter began to slide. The reporter was a Mystic, a hidden guardian; his ability was related to keeping secrets.

"Secret burial".

He spoke in a voice that was unlike his usual authoritative tone. As soon as he finished speaking, the brass gears began to rotate in reverse. More chains emerged from the reporter's body, intertwining in the air to form an impenetrable cocoon that completely surrounded everyone.

The reporter breathed a sigh of relief. "Everything went smoothly. I sacrificed a hundred powerful individuals I knew to create a secret barrier. Its strength should be enough for us to complete the ritual. We have enough time; we can hold out for another ten days..."

Before he could finish speaking, the blinding light shattered the heavily intertwined chains. Raphael stood effortlessly in the light, looking at the bewildered crowd.

"How long can you hold out?"

"I can hold on for... ten minutes."

"Wasn't this breakthrough achieved in less than ten seconds?!"

The reporter looked at Raphael and shrugged helplessly. "The plan failed. We're finished. Luckily, the angels didn't give us time. We don't have to think about how to write our wills."

Is this despair? The gradually crumbling chain fragments were completely swallowed by the holy light, and everyone directly felt its oppressive force. Unlike Lyle and Veraliz, the three members of the Literature Club looked relaxed under the pressure of the holy light; after all, those who have been beaten more often have different resistance.

Just when Lyle thought his life was coming to an end.

"Keep going, why did you stop drawing? If you're not going to call for help, I'll just kill you all." Raphael's voice came from the sky.

The reporter tilted his head. "Angel, you're not planning to destroy us? We're carrying out a dark summoning ritual."

Raphael smiled at the tablecloth in front of him.

"Is that darkness your last trump card? Then hurry up and complete the ritual. Once you're done, I'll send your whole family on their way."

The reporter turned to look at the gentleman and said without any attempt to hide his feelings.

"This angel is so arrogant."

The gentleman reluctantly replied to the reporter under Raphael's gaze. "He can turn ten minutes into a few seconds. How can he not be arrogant? I'm not even sure if the Dark Lord can beat him."

Mr. Delusional stood up, pointed his finger diagonally at Raphael.

"Hey! Birdman, you've gone too far! Once we summon the Lord of Darkness, we'll make you wish you were dead."

"Delusion! Are you crazy? Provoking him at this time."

"I'm not crazy, haven't you realized yet? This angel is telling us to summon Mr. Darkness with all our might, and our lives are now in his hands. We have to give it our all! Provoking him is just to get into character; we need to make Mr. Darkness believe he can defeat the angel, and thus defeat the angel. First, we have to act like teenagers ourselves; we have to deceive ourselves!"

"Do you understand now! The Shadow of Plague, the Hidden Rope, the Corrupted Light, the Dark Offering!"

"I understand, the tragedy of machinery!" The gentleman and the reporter immediately got into the zone, even shouting excitedly.

While Lyle and Veraliz were facepalming, they had already drawn a strange and mysterious black magic altar. The three members of the literature club each found a corner.

"Fallen Light, go to that corner! We're about to gather the power of the Four Heavenly Kings and destroy the world!"

"……All right."

"The offerings, go to the center."

"...Avenrett, I'm very angry, the kind that can't be appeased."

"The ceremony begins!" Lyle looked at the circular magic circle he was in, and Mr. Delusion had thoughtfully filled in the lines.

Beyond the evil of antiquity, originating from the shadow of depravity;

We, your servants, chant your name;

Our yearning will traverse the city of terror, littered with corpses, to reach your palace;

You are the reversal of justice, the accumulation of all evil in the world;

The most deadly poison is like sweet spring water to you;

The most heinous sins are like new clothes to you;

At this moment, we offer you the innocent maiden and the beast of shadow;

There is also a pathetic being called Holy Light waiting for your ravages;

Descend, you sin of the end, master of my fallen light / mechanical woes / hidden ropes / shadow of plague;

Supreme Demon God, Mr. Darkness!

As the three of them lowered their fingers that had pressed the Andrei emblem, a rift opened in space directly above Veraliz at the center of the altar. The magic of shadows stirred up a gale, and even the radiance of holy light flickered.

Hehehehehehehehe...

The sinister laughter of Mr. Darkness emanated from the crevice; the laughter was so peculiar that Mr. Darkness must have practiced it for a long time in secret.

Before anyone comes out, the sound will be heard first.

"I feel it! All the power is converging within me! I have finally broken the seal! Ancient shadow fire, dormant within me, bring annihilation to this laughable world! Hahahaha!"

The ritual is complete; now all that's needed is for Mr. Dark and Raphael to have a fight.

"Wait a minute, let me give the angel a debuff," Mr. Delusional stepped forward, pointing at Raphael again, "Hey, birdman! Now you know the power of us monarchs, don't you feel your whole body trembling? Soon, you won't have to worry about that anymore, because you will be swallowed by darkness, hahahaha!"

"Delusion, how are you applying debuffs?"

"It's a common trope in novels: when a big shot appears, there needs to be someone to highlight his power. Look at the angel, isn't he already getting nervous?"

Just as the delusion suggested, Raphael's expression turned serious, as if he realized that this opponent was not easy to deal with.

Mr. Darkness emerged from the shadows step by step, his body, amidst the scattered bandages, embodying a sense of despair and death.

Raphael was stunned.

"Hahaha, look, gentleman, the angel is scared silly by our boss."

Mr. Darkness looked at the angel before him and spoke.

"Oh my, isn't this Raphael, the Archangel of Brothers?"

Raphael lowered his head, and when he raised it again, the holy flames in his eyes were completely burning, his sides were enveloped in holy flames, and four holy swords were raised high.

Divine intervention. Holy light, like a bolt of lightning, struck Raphael. He donned a suit of armor radiating terrifying flames, and the gathered holy light formed a ring above his head.

Raphael Badmund, in angelic form.

"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time." A fierce holy light erupted like a torrent, blowing Lyle and the others away.

"Today, I will kill you! George!! You will be reduced to ashes in the Holy Light!!!!" The berserk Raphael attacked the Dark Lord madly.

"Delusion, is this the debuff you're talking about? This angel is acting like he's on drugs."

"That was when the protagonist's inner power exploded. That's when I remembered that we are the villains. The intimidation just now was actually the words of the small fry."

"The lich isn't even the main character! Reality is such a trash novel!"

Chapter 259 Dark Schemes

Lyle and his group hid in a corner, watching the enraged Raphael attack the Dark Lord. The scorching holy sword clashed with the Dark Lord's transformed shadow claws, like two incompatible flames eroding each other, the shockwaves of their struggle shattering everything around them.

Lyle saw stones flying around him like bullets, and some deadly ones being blocked by Nia's soft body.

"Shouldn't we retreat a bit? Now that Mr. Darkness has been summoned, we useless trash are no longer of any use. Wouldn't it be better to stay far away and avoid being swept away by the aftershocks?"

"How naive! Fallen Light! The battle of our Four Heavenly Kings is not over yet!" The reporter looked at the battlefield with an air of seriousness, clearly unaware that his tablecloth was riddled with holes from being hit by pebbles. "The Great Dark Demon God needs our cheers and encouragement. How can one person's strength possibly match our unity? Quickly lend him our energy!"

Didn't we agree he'd be the villain? So positive! But he makes a good point; after all, people with chuunibyou tend to get even more excited when others are watching.

"Lord Darkness! My god! Devour the light!!!"

Mr. Darkness responded positively to the reporter's shameless cheers.